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Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Blog Tour - Awakened by Sennah Tate

My Thoughts

Gemma needs Carson's help to find her missing friend. She has been crushing on this bad boy for awhile, but hasn't been able to get past her good girl self to do anything about it. Now they are going to have to work together as they discover that there is not only some serious chemistry between them, but also magic that will rock their worlds. I give Awakened 3 hearts!

About the Book

It can never, never happen. Not with him.

Good girl schoolteacher Gemma has always played it safe,
colored inside the lines. Her only indulgence is a recurrent fantasy about
Carson, her town’s ultimate bad boy. Carson is fifty shades of wrong for Gemma,
but damn if the risk-taking ex-con doesn’t inspire dark,
waking-at-night-clenching-the-sheets thoughts in Gemma’s orderly little mind...

Don’t touch. Don’t look. Don’t even think about him. No
matter how good he might be in your dreams, he’s bad.

All Gemma’s promises fly out the window when her best friend
goes missing. Carson is the only one who can help Gemma uncover the truth, and
if some sparks fly along the way… so what? It doesn’t mean anything.

Right?

As tensions rise, Carson and Gemma are both stripped down,
revealing steamy paranormal secrets and an unbridled hunger that simply refuses
to be tamed.

“I think we should tell the others about this if you’re
going to go out looking for Izzy,” Gemma said.

Carson nodded.

“Okay, tomorrow,” he answered, wrapping his arms around her
waist.

“What are your plans for tonight?” She asked, her eyebrow
raising with a half-cocked smile.

His hands slipped into her back pockets and brought her
forward until they were pressed together.

“Tonight? Oh, I don’t know, I was thinking of heading to bed
early.”

“Oh were you?”

Her bashful smile made his heart yearn for her. He felt the
raw animalistic need to claim her simmering just beneath the surface. He would
give the wolf what it wanted, but he would do it on his own time. No matter how
much his other half wanted to dive right in, Carson had every intention of
taking his time with Gemma.

He pressed his lips against her throat, trailing kisses
across her responsive flesh. Gemma shivered and let out a moan that made Carson
growl with unadulterated need.

“What do you think of my plan?” He said, his voice barely a
whisper as his lips skirted past her ear.

Gemma closed her eyes on a sigh; liquid heat pooled in her
core and burned like nothing ever had before. She had an unbearable thirst and
Carson was the only thing that could quench it.

“I think,” she whispered, trying to play into his game,
“that early can’t come soon enough.”

Carson’s face split into a wide smile before his mouth
descended on hers, dragging her out to sea with him once more. He hefted her
into his arms and refused to release her lips for her answering squeal of
surprise.

She watched him through her eyelashes in a sultry gaze that
set his blood on fire. There was no denying that this woman had a hold on him
that rivaled anything he’d ever felt.

He carried her through the threshold of her bedroom,
determined to spend the next dozen or so hours showing her exactly how special
she’d become to him.

Their connection was a tangible thing. Carson felt himself
pulled to her as if they were attached at the hip. The wolf inside of him
clamored to be free, desperate to claim his mate. Carson pushed back against
it, wanting to take his time with this beautiful bounty he’d so generously
received.

He peeled her clothing off as if he were removing a bandage,
slow, methodical, with the lightest touch. Each new expanse of creamy skin he
revealed sent a fresh jolt of desire straight to his cock. Gemma responded to
his touch beautifully; her body reacted to even his most gentle touches. Her
breaths became shallower. Forced. His fingers slid down her body, finding her
already wet and ready for him. This was what he’d been craving since the moment
he laid eyes on her, bent over the front seat of her car.

“Carson,” she panted, arching her hips to meet his fingers.

They kissed. A slow, exploratory kiss that turned into
something else – fevered and impatient. Gemma gripped him, guiding his erection
to her entrance.

“Please,” she begged, her brain overwhelmed with the torrent
of sensations he created.

He groaned as nimble fingers worked him to the brink. He’d
wanted to take this slow, lavish her with affection, make it a moment she would
never forget. That all went out the window when she begged for him.

About the Author

Sennah Tate is an up and coming Florida author in the world
of romance. She likes writing about fiery heroines unashamed of their curves
and the sizzling hot shifters that can't get enough of them.

When she's not writing and drawing dinosaurs, she enjoys the
outdoors, her friendly retriever mix, and Disney World. Her exuberant personality
brings cheer to dark days and she firmly believes that redheads will inherit
the earth.